Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Jiang Zhuo held her shoulder like an eagle catching a chicken, still loudly: "Tang Yao, I tell you, this is the last time I care about you. Do you think it's guilt or cooperation? It's the last time as you want."

With that, he forcefully caught her and took her to the car. Tang Yao's small face was whitewashed.

She was caught by him, hurt and struggled. Jiang Zhuo came with a big mouth: "can you stop being willful, unless you want to die here."

After the fight, he was a little confused. He held his hot palm and closed his lips very tightly.

Tang Yao's eyelashes covered with drops of water blinked gently, and then his backhand slapped twice, slapping him twice in the face, and his voice shook the sky, "you hurt me."

He hit her.

Jiang Zhuo's Adam's apple twitched and stared at her fiercely.

Tang Yao, too, stared at him and refused to give in.

Why should she give in? Why should she be afraid of him? He is just a liar who deceives his feelings, a man who sleeps with a woman and doesn't admit it, and a shameless man.

What does she have to be angry and cry about? He's an asshole!

In her eyes, there is something fragile and stubborn, and proud.

Jiang Zhuo suddenly uttered a low curse. He was a mother. Such a heavy rain didn't flatten her. She was really... Good!

His free hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder and fell hard to the door.

With a bang, Tang Yao's back butted against the door. The bones and meat behind her hurt like the whole person was about to break, but then she was kissed by a hot and soft lip.

Jiang Zhuo's whole body suppressed her, and the cold rain couldn't stop the burning, and his kiss was almost crazy.

Tang Yao tightly pursed her lips and didn't want him to touch them. He strongly pinched her chin and forced her to open her lips. While he kissed deeply, his other hand roughly touched her. Such a sudden love jade was as strange as a wild animal.

"Son of a bitch! Asshole... Let me go. " Tang Yao's hands were empty and she punched him desperately. Her hands were not light at all, but no matter how hard he tried, he didn't let her go. He got close inside and outside and couldn't see it everywhere.

Jiang Zhuo finally stopped. He didn't know what to do in such broad daylight. He fell on her shoulder and gasped, like a wounded beast.

Tang Yao hissed, "get out of here."

He doesn't move.

He needs time to calm down.

Tang Yao grabbed his hair. He was so strong that he wanted to pull his hair down. Jiang Zhuo unexpectedly fell to one side. He stabilized, wiped his lower lip and narrowed his eyes.

Like an opportunistic beast.

For a long time, he opened the door with one hand, pushed her in, picked up her bag, threw it on her, and slammed the door.

He got on the car himself, and regardless of how dirty he was, he directly started the car.

This time, Tang Yao didn't resist any more.

Jiang Zhuo drove with a calm voice: "you can take off your clothes. There is a blanket in it. I'll find the nearest hotel, or I'll catch a cold."

"It's none of your business." She wouldn't take off her clothes in his car.

But Jiang Zhuo still drove to the urban area and stopped at the nearest five-star hotel. He dragged her out of the car. Tang Yao struggled desperately. When he took the room, it was like Jiang Zhuo persecuting a good family woman.